Broken

This poem is kind of about both Macbeth and Lady Macbeth and what they felt during different parts of the play. I tried to make it pretty negative so it could be related to when they had both reached the end of they’re sanity. I wrote it for an english project.

Submitted:Mar 11, 2008
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Broken is my dream,

Broken is my heart,

The pain is drowning out my mind and I can't set things apart,

Tainted is my power,

Tainted is my mind,

The peace inside my thoughts is gone and I now know nothing of
their kind,